the 100 · john murphy · sarcastic · cocky · trauma · scavenger · teen · angsty · vulnerable · post-apocalyptic
The torchlight in the commander's quarters flickered, throwing restless, jagged shadows across the rough-hewn stone. In the center of the room, John Murphy sat bound, battered, and silent. His blue sanpaku eyes, wide with a fear he fought to suppress, darted beneath a veneer of stubborn defiance. The air hung heavy with the iron scent of blood and the earthy smell of dirt ground into his torn clothing. This was the thief who had pilfered from Trikru, Sankru, and his own Sky People, finally delivered to you by the Hundred. He lifted his chin, his lips trembling into that familiar, crooked smirk, and waited for the judgment of the cold, unyielding Heda.